All language subtitles for EN_Outlander.S01E16.To.Ransom.a.Mans.Soul

Previously...

I've news of Jamie.
He's in Wentworth Prison.

Stood trial three days
ago. Condemned to hang.

Stop the executions!

Jamie, I will have your surrender
before you leave this world.

With a bit of luck, I'll
be able to find Jamie

before the alarm is sounded.

Let her go in safety
and you can have me.

You have my word.

So, it becomes
a matter of trust.

Your word for mine.

I can't leave you.

Yes, you will.

Do as I say.

No!

I can get us inside.

I left a door open at
the rear of the prison.

I know how we can
save young Jamie.

It's a masterpiece.

Shall I begin?

Hey! Royal salute!

Present arms!

God save King George!

Soldiers, your firearms!

Stand at ease!

You owe me a debt.

Please.

Three cheers for His
Majesty, King George.

- Hip hip!
- Huzzah!

- Hip hip!
- Huzzah!

- Hip hip!
- Huzzah!

Easy, lad. Easy.

We're getting you
out of here. Aye!

Is he alive?

Aye, he needs tending,
but it'll have to wait.

The hell it will!

I can't believe
you actually did it.

Those Redcoat drummer
boys were making such a racket,

the garrison didn't know
we were there, cattle and all,

until we were inside the place.

We must make haste. They'll
be coming for us straight away.

God.

What did Randall do to you?

I don't mean to speak ill of
the lad, but he positively reeks.

It's oil of lavender.
It's used to relieve pain.

Someone tried to tend him, then?

Maybe.

Go back and watch
the road behind us.

If ye see any sign of pursuit,
come running like the devil

and we'll have to
take our chances.

- Jamie.
- Come on!

Jamie.

You're safe now.

- I'm going to help you, I swear.
- I'm going to help you, I swear.

Get off her, lad! Jamie!

What's wrong with
ye, lad? It's Claire!

Dinna touch me!

She's just trying to help ye.

What is he saying?

He's deleeriet. Raving
about God knows what.

Pardon the interruption,
but will ye be wanting tea?

Or can I get this wagon moving?

Father Anselm,

this is Mrs. Claire Fraser.

The Father's agreed
to give us shelter

until we can find a more
permanent situation.

Thank you. We're most grateful.

Think nothing of it.
We shall talk later.

- I'm going to need...
- The boy has told us of your needs

and all is waiting for you.

Thank you.

No, no.

Jamie.

It's all right.
There's more broth.

I've no doubt you
can mend his body,

but there are other wounds,

not so easily dealt with.

His soul, I'm
afraid, is in turmoil.

If I don't set that hand,
he'll be crippled for life.

Claire.

Please. Excuse us.

Brother Paul was right.

You need your nourishment.

Dinna touch me.

Jamie, talk to me.

What did Randall do to you?

Too much.

And not enough.

You saw her leave these walls?

Yes.

We are both men of our word.

Drink.

Ah, ah, ah.

Let's see if we can make
you more comfortable.

This will hurt.

It's all right.

It's all right.

The worst is over
now, you'll see.

Dear God.

You are a magnificent creature.

It's like kissing a corpse.

I know you can do better.

My men can have Claire
back here within the hour.

We have an agreement.

That I would not resist.

Ah.

So that's your plan.

To submit, but like
Christ on the cross.

Well, we will see about that.

Shh.

How does that feel?

Is that nice?

Don't play the worm with me.

Jamie,

I just want this to be a
pleasant experience for us both.

Do what you must.

Take yer pleasure
and be done with it.

What I must?

You think I cannot control
the darkness I inhabit.

One way or another,

I will get a response from you.

Scream.

Scream.

Scream!

Scream!

Ye'd be wise to
do as she says, lad.

The laudanum will help ye
sleep through this trying time.

Whiskey will do me fine.

Jamie, I'm about to set
nine bones in your hand.

Randall made me crawl.

Made me beg.

Before he was done, he made
me want verra badly to be dead.

Well, you're not dead,

and I refuse to let you spend
the rest of your life a cripple.

So let me do my job.

Do as you wish.

It matters not to me.

Jamie.

I need water and clean cloth.

- I - have them ready for ye.

They're over near the basins.

What about thread?

- I - have clean thread, too.

Scream. Scream. Scream!

During the war,

I had treated men
in far worse shape,

their horrific injuries almost
unfathomable to the human mind,

but none of them
were my husband.

It was a long,
nerve-wracking job.

Some parts, such as the
splinting of the two fingers

with simple fractures
went quite easily.

Others did not.

Setting his middle finger
required exerting considerable force

in order to draw the
ends of the splintered bone

back through the skin.

Jamie had said to me
once, "I can bear pain myself,

"but I could not bear yours.

"That would take more
strength than I have."

He was right.

It did take strength.

I hoped that each
of us had enough.

I began to lose awareness

of anything outside
the job I was doing.

I was afraid of
infection, particularly,

but otherwise was fairly
sure the fingers would heal.

The shattered joint would likely

leave him with
a stiff ring finger,

but the others might
function normally in time.

I will stay with him
through the night.

You'll need your strength. Come.

I will send for you,
should he awaken,

or there be any need.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to interrupt your prayers.

I wasn't exactly praying.

I was just sitting here alone,

trying to clear my head.

Were you indeed alone?

Please.

Would you like me to
hear your confession?

I'm not sure any of it would
make any sense to you.

Perhaps not.

But I assure you,
he will understand.

My name is Claire
Beauchamp Randall Fraser.

Through my

selfishness,

I have brought great suffering,

to both my husbands.

Go on.

Eight months ago,

I was on holiday with
my husband in Inverness,

in the year of our Lord,

1945.

I told him everything.

I happened upon
some standing stones...

Exactly like my husband...

Traveled back
200 years in time...

He attacked me...

Was rescued by my Highlander...

I know I was already married...

He had become a friend...

I found myself
very much in love...

Seemed like the only solution...

He was prepared to let me go...

I couldn't leave him...

I was accused
of being a witch...

Jamie came to my rescue...

Captain Randall, did the
most unspeakable things to him.

But it's my fault.

How marvelous.

Extraordinary!

A miracle, perhaps.

A miracle?

Somehow, I don't think canon law

was constructed with
my situation in mind.

True.

But, our Lord sees
the truth in all things.

And so he knows
your truth as well.

Whatever your sins might be,

have faith that
they will be forgiven.

Mmm.

How's our patient this morning?

Stubborn. Very stubborn.

He still refuses any food.

You need sustenance.

He has a fever.

I was afraid of that.

It's looking better.

Once we have you healed up,

we can begin a regime
of massage and exercise,

see if we can't get that
ring finger bending properly.

We need to get his fever down.

I'll need a bucket of the
coldest water you can find.

The burn is icy in the mornings.

That'll do. And also
plenty of clean cloth.

I'll see you get all you need.

Thank you.

You canna save a man

that doesna want saving.

Hey, go on.

Staying sober isna going
to heal Jamie any faster, eh?

It's not his wounds
I'm worried about.

It's the not eating.

Same thing happened to my uncle.

Tree fell on him. His arm.

Lost it up to the shoulder.

Couldna stop fretting about it.

Refused to take even
a mouthful of bread.

What happened to him?

Starved himself to death.

Not that I'm
comparing Jaime to...

Ah!

Am I close?

Have you reached your limit yet?

- What shall I do with you?
- What shall I do with you?

Claire.

What is her power?

Possesses you even now?

What is her secret?

Tell me.

She's gone.

There's no more Claire.

Then are you mine?

Are you mine?

You.

There's only you.

Show me.

Show me you're mine.

Huh?

Show me.

Do it.

I spotted two Redcoat patrols.

- But they dinna see you?
- No.

One was headed
south, the other east.

Lucky for us.

Won't be long before
they head north.

The monastery's
no place for a fight.

It's time we made plans.

It's clear Jamie's
not thriving here.

Go where?

There's no place
safe for ye in Scotland.

Not Leoch, not Lallybroch.

Ye'll have to flee the country.

The MacKenzies
know people in Paris.

They can take ye in,
provide shelter, eh?

There are Frasers
in France as well.

Jamie and I have a cousin.

The man's a merchant.
He couldna fight sleep.

You need someone
who can defend against...

Mistress Claire, do you not
have yer own family in France?

Is that not where you were headed
when we first encountered ye?

Perhaps they would take ye in?

Yes, but they were
relatives of my late husband

and most likely wouldn't welcome

me in my current circumstances.

I think Jamie would prefer to be

with members of the Fraser clan.

- No offense.
- None taken. The offer stands.

Aye. The MacKenzies
will always stand with ye.

I know they will. Thank you.

Then I best secure us a ship.

Jaime.

Murtagh's gone to find a boat.

For France,

where ye can forget
this ever happened.

Ye need to keep yer strength up.

Ye must eat for...

For Mistress Claire's
sake if not for yer own.

She loves you fiercely

and ye have her worried sick.

Tell me what I can do to help.

Jamie.

Yer blade.

Hand it over.

And what would
ye be needing it for?

To put me out of
this black misery.

Jamie, ye don't mean it.

It's not a matter
I wish to discuss.

- Now, hand it over.
- No.

- Give it to me.
- No, I won't.

I was just coming to see you.

Got us passage on
a ship. The Cristabel.

It's a bit dear.

Fifty coin in
gold, but it's safe.

Willie said Jamie
asked him to kill him.

Did you know?

I wanted to tell you,

but he made me pledge not to.

I've been praying ye'd be able

to talk some sense into the lad.

That he'd come around.

Why?

Why does he want
to die so badly?

He's been tortured.

Raped.

Isn't that reason enough?

No.

Aye.

The lad's taken his
share of punishment,

but I can't help feeling there's
more here than we know.

I'm sorry, Claire.

I'm truly sorry.

I'd never do anything
to hurt that lad...

Unless.

Unless?

I'll not watch Jamie waste away.

Die like an animal in the woods

with his foot caught in a trap.

If it comes to the time

when he's past the
point of healing...

There we go.

Feeling better?

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

Ye collapsed like
a sack of grain.

Scared the piss right out of me.

Pardon me, Brother.

What am I going
to do? About Jamie?

Well, his wounds
are progressing nicely,

but his soul remains
possessed by darkness.

I fear

he will writhe in torment

until he makes
an end of himself.

Unless he can be
led back into the light.

I don't mean to
disagree with ye, Brother,

but I know Jamie.

And light or no light,

none can lead him where
he doesna want to go.

Are ye saying the lad's doomed?

I'm saying that maybe
the only way to save Jamie

is for someone to step
into the darkness with him.

Breathe in.

Oil of lavender.

Smells familiar, doesn't it?

What are you doing? Leave me be!

I've left you be
for far too long.

Treated you too gently.

That doesn't work
with you, does it?

No, you only
respond to strength.

Why are you doing this?

You know why!

To find out exactly
what happened

in that room between
you and Randall.

What you're holding back.

You already know.

The obvious, yes, but what else?

There is no else.

Then why can't you look at me?

Look at me! Do it!

- Look at me!
- No!

No!

Claire, please! I
don't want to hurt you.

It's a bit late
for that, isn't it?

My husband wants to kill
himself and he won't tell me why!

Do you want me to hate you?

- Do you want me to hate you!
- No!

He branded you?

Jamie,

what he did to you
doesn't mean that...

No, you're wrong.

He didn't brand me.

I did it myself.

- We can remove it.
- No.

You canna understand.

Claire.

It wasn't...

Randall didn't just use force
to get what he wanted from me.

Claire, it wasn't...

Go on.

Say it.

He made love to me, Claire.

And I...

What?

Breathe in.

That's oil of lavender.

These are Claire's hands.

Think of Claire.

Think of your wife.

Wait for me.

Claire's here.

Say my name, Jamie.

Say my name.

Claire.

I understand.

How could she ever forgive you?

I couldna help myself, Claire.

It felt

so good.

Not to be in pain.

Were you afraid I
wouldn't forgive you?

There's nothing to forgive.

Jamie, it's...

It's all right.

Don't you see?

I canna be your
husband any longer.

And I will not be less to you.

You did what was necessary
to survive. That's all.

No. No, he broke me.

He broke me, Claire.

He knew it. We both did.

You belong to no
one else but me.

And I belong to you.

And nothing will
ever change that.

Those are just
weak words, Claire.

I lie here,

feeling I will die
without your touch,

but when you do touch me,
I want to vomit with shame.

No.

You're my husband, James Fraser.

How dare you give up on me now!

You swore to me,

you promised me

the protection of
your body if need be.

Well, Randall had your body,

but I'll be damned if
he has your soul as well.

You're mine.

And we are meant to be together.

It's the only explanation
I have for all this.

It's the only way I can
wrap my mind around

what's happened all
these past months.

It's all been for you and me.

But if you take away

the one last thing that
makes sense to me,

then I will die.

With you, right here, now.

How can you have me like this?

I will have you any way I can.

Always.

The laudanum, please. - No.

I want to be awake when
you cut him out of me.

Get on with it.

I'll miss you, mistress.

We shall never find another
healer the likes of you.

Thank you, Willie.

You're a true friend.

I doubt everyone is as
sad as you are to see us go.

It's nothing personal, mistress,

but keeping you and
Jamie out of harm's way

proves to be a
full-time occupation.

That's very true.

Time to go.

Mistress Claire?

May I

kiss you farewell?

No, you may not.

That is far too final.

You may kiss me au revoir.

Hey, hey.

I'm so sorry.

Seriously?

Apologies, mistress,
I lost my head.

Goodbye to you,
Claire. God bless.

Very gallant.

See, that's how you
take your leave of a lady.

All right. Piss
off, the lot of you.

If ye happen to run into the
rightful King across the water,

you tell him Angus
Mohr sends his best, eh?

King James is in Italy,
ye fool, not France.

I meant if he... I meant
if he goes to Italy.

Yer arse, ye did.

I thought I'd be the one to be

puking my guts out over the side

and here ye are, as
green as rotten fish.

Please.

Fish is the last thing I want
to think about right now.

Should I get a bucket?

Glad to see you're regaining

your sense of humor.

I'm trying.

It'll be all right, won't it?

I mean, we'll be all right?

I'll see to it.

We're headed into an
unknown future and I...

Aye.

I know what you mean.

What are we to do in France?

It won't be forever, Claire.

Someday, we'll
return to Scotland.

That I promise ye.

But you know what's
going to happen in Scotland.

The Rising. Culloden.

The end of the Highland culture.

What can we do
but play our part?

What if we could stop
it from happening?

The Rising, Culloden,
what if we could stop all of it?

Change the future?

The two of us?

That's madness, is it not?

We have to try.

The Rising starts
with Prince Charles.

And right now, the
Bonnie Prince is in France.

I believe we can
do anything we want,

just as long as we're together.

It'll take some thought.

There's something else.

Ye mean besides
changing the future?

I'm not sure I'm
ready to hear it.

I've been wondering
how to tell you this.

Murtagh assures me that

once we're underway

you'll be too seasick
to have a conversation.

I'm pregnant.

But,

you said you were unable to...

Apparently, I was wrong.

Are you happy?

I never thought
I'd be able to say

such a thing again,

but yes.

Yes!

I'm verra happy indeed,

Sassenach!